Singing, "Where’d he go?"Look at you all alone and isn’t it a shame?They chant, "How’d you let a man like him go?"

Pushing up babies, pushing them outPushing up babies, pushing them outUpright but angled at their jutted out feetUncouth and bucktoothed with over-grown kneesA calculate mind from the age of nineThis appendage of mine, she’ll be making it fine

And she’ll be screaming out:I’m coming up nowI’m coming up nowI’m coming up nowI’m coming down

We're planning the sequence, we’re planning it outWe’re planning the sequence and we’re laying it down

And you’d sayThe baby would crawl first and then she’d walkAnd we’d mark the flow charts then we’d talkWe’d talk, we'd talk

Scholarships with the oversightsYou’d hit the switch I’d kill the lightsWondering, baby, will she inherit your lips?